Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-01-20

pure and perfect expressions o. the
! beautiful power that lay behind il al. y
| John Earnings face lighted is she
| spoke. '.Ah, you hit it quicker than
/ IT, he laughed. Il was s,tre your
woman-wit would distance me-
! No, no" she cried: lit only hap
pened to De portion OF a hobby of
| mine. Please don't think me SO
clever"
.-Oh. here you are" cried Mrs
! Brayton. cheerily, from the porch.
Come In breakfast is ready.
| CHAPTER XIV.
| That afternoon they went to drive
again. and the face Of the world
seemed as fresh as the face of j child.
/ Why should they not be glad? The
vast sweet ground as far as the eve
could see was spread with greenest
velvet, the lanes We're rivers Of light,
. and everyw where were dimpings in the
+ stream-divided valleys and tiickerin rs
on the fOreSt-coyered hills.
j They drove ! long way through the
fragrant country, crying out at this
and that talking of u hundred things,
springing out here and there to get
/ flowers. with Mrs. Brayton and lady
companion older than herself seeming
quite ignited BY the day and john Ear
ling'S and Celestes delight The
Young girl seemed not able 70 cover
! up her heart It's gladness and music
were in her voice and face and eyes.
John Earring thought she could not
possibly be more beautiful. and indeed
/ q head cooled BY 4 deal of time might
well have felt a like warm streak run
through il.
But when they turned back the day
+ seemed not so bright. for they met a
foot-sore Young foreigner with a bum
die over his shoulder. and n piteOus
hungry face. limping away toward the
west: and afterwards. when nearer the
CITY, on passing Il factory their car
rage was stopped while some men
carried an injured workman across the
street TO his little house, and they
heard the distracted wife crying out
/ through her tears and wringing hands.
of rent that could not be paid now and
doctors bills, her agony over her hus-
bands hurt being prIcked through by
the fear of death and want. All. it
! was a hard world. alter all. Not alto
~ether a iOwery island floating III d
sea of dreams. John Earring spran-
down with a grave face and hurried in
after the men. and Celeste, with tears
in her eyes. hearing the wounded man )
cries and the woman : wailin-- fol-
lowed him In 4 moment mere Mrs.
Brayton with her friend were with
them IN the poor little house. and
when an hour later they drove
away. the sunshine of good fortune
had penetrated to the poor wife
+ pocket despite the wings Of terror that
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that they came into one of the splendid
suburbs OF Cincinnati. with its beauti-
flu dives and magnificent houses. and
their tongues were lOOs med.
This is beauty. but scarcely truth
I as Keats saw 1t, said John Earring to
Celeste. with sweep Of the head
toward the great dwellings.
+ No. she said. with 4 quick look,
3 palaces are usually built out of novels.
that far they are false and not beautj
ful-
The truth employed suppose be-
ing about equivalent 10 the mortar?"
] Perhaps: look at that strutting pile
of rrandure'' she said with fine an
ger. '.one-fourth of it would house
any family in comfort, Is not every
splendid stone. every fine pane, every
ornament within and without the
balance of it Il priyatiOn 70 some one?
lost opportunity, buried pleasure,
a hunger. a thirst. 4 want? Oh, | DO
50 wish that the poor and uncomfort-
! able might only have that which is
waste and surplus 70 the rich. and
which | believe We're it divided on the
heart of God belongs to the poor!'
( Here was John Earrings thought
/ and topmost wish. He could have
/ knelt and worshipped her.
Celeste. Celesten said Mrs. Bray
ton. with a warning smile.
Tut, why. you little Communist"
said the elder lady. What would be-
come of civiliZation?'
( All. that Is what [ long for" sad
Celeste ''CivilizatiOn and the death
of display and selfishness. What is all
this shining surfeit OF luxury here with
penury and hardship over in the val
lev there, but fine brutality. beau
: tiful barbarism9''
why. what in the world is civiIiza-
rion if this is not it?" asked the lady,
running her eve along the sumptuous
houses.
/ 4 do not think. said the girl. quiz
etlv. that grand grounds. palatiaI
buildings and 4 thousand other mar
! wells of the time ara civilization. but
/ rather the outgrOwth OF pride, plethora
/ and power. Civilization, ii seems to
me. is fineness and kindness and hon
estv in human hearts. Ii the time eyar
( comes when man. out of u fine sense OF
( Justice, shall be unwilling 20 hold more
than what he needs. and snail turn the
balance back to the sore and thirsty
/ source from which it came. then. it
/ seems to me. and not till then. shall he
( cease TO be a greedy animal.
! The Young man eyes giowed as he
listened co this slender girl, and saw
! her clear heart. with that same longing
/ and pity in it that TILED mis- own.
/ '.Oh. that day viii never come. -
cried the lady; lit ism t in the nature
of things. is it. Mr.. Earling?"
/ John Earrings nostrils diIated. but
I he spoke very gently. 1T may not. but
/ l should dislike to think it could not.
/ I am afraid my pride would suffer did
/ I feel that I was in race incapable OF
/ developing to this plain little height.
] Great strides have been taken by the
human family; men are wont TO dis
credit no prophecy of the inventor, and
/ the transitions of human feeling are
/ quite as marvellous. The distance be-
+ tween the DAYS when men drowned
| their little daughters, and even those
I later DAYS when they burned witches,
/ and these times when millions OF men
! can not cut a chickens head OFF with
I out compunction and a feeling of mean
ness and pollution. is ininite.'
fro BE CONTINUED.